Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a knows Once again, is the incredible animal
The D. Public Enemy number one Five-O "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I never had a gun? But the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a brother me said "Well, a prophet and I think you ought to listen to he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder than bad, 'cause the brother is than mad At the fact that's as a senator on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope 'Cause the beats in the are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside That the critics are me for They'll never for the brothers and sisters Now the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're have to wait till we get it right Radio I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if play this
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
Get from in front of me, the crowd to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya He can cut a record from side to So what, the ride, the glide should be much than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock n' Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya You call 'em demos, but we limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not of you Beat is for Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a could be a band Stand on feet, get you out your seat
is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, it can rock bells forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, X-it
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you stop being a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same a boast dose Rock with pizzazz, it will last why you ask? with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can Don't need to wait, get the straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Terminator X to sign checks, to get paid
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you